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Today I left home without any make-up. Not a good look, if you ask me.I’ve grown up being super feminine and vain, always watching my mum applying make-up and looking miraculously beautiful and flawless. In high school I was told off once or twice, by teachers, because I had make-up on.It was only until I moved to London that I was able to leave home without make-up to go shopping for groceries over the weekend. Me without make-up does not feel like me. More and more I am getting used to wear my fresh face to go places – which makes the boyfriend proud. Not that he has any issue with me wearing make-up whatsoever but he says I should leave my skin to breathe more often.I am not used to go to work without make-up. It happened today because I left the bloody wonder bag at home. For moments (around an hour or so) I felt like my day was ruined. I felt the urge to go back home to grab my make-up bag even if that meant arriving half an hour late (ridiculous, I know). I felt anger inside and that I looked ugly AF.After all this shit thoughts running through my mind, I finally realised – and I blame yoga for this – ‘fuck it, who cares if I don’t have make-up? I am more than blush and lipstick, I am a human being that is worth taking care off, and I am happy where I am now, that has to be a good look!’. At the same time, my mum texted me saying “Don’t worry, wear your biggest smile and you’ll look great!”Since last week, I’ve started practising yoga again and I’ve started having a different view of life, more positive thoughts. I am not letting the little things that would spoil my day to do so, if they are not that big of a deal.I am beautiful as I am, I am a wonderful creature and my smile is more than a blush and concealer and fancy lipstick. So are you.All of you!
PS- Big thanks to my bff that tried to calm me down! 🙂